I was born into poverty, a natural criminal with 2 felonies,
And my third is due on my 21st birthday, prison is the penalty,
They stressing me, My path is laid and I cant decide a faith,
But I have a record from day 1 in every federal crate,
Im the burden to the state, Find me in the morgue review,
They expecting my presents Ima be home in a few,
Why me? Living harsh with the fear of these sharks,
We already sleep in a bunch and hussle for lunch,
Got me scared cuz just visiting the store is a stunk,
But there aint no double, And theres only one act,
Cant rewind a death, cuz a murder is a eternal fact,
The gateways to hell is open and I cant face this truth,
Cuz Im in hell, cuz nothings changed since my roots,
Sure a piece says we have equal rights, but look harder,
Its just to provide mental security, fuck those legal lies,
As far as Im concerned those words cant help stop these cries
